The Silver Cross

Simplicity yet complexity in one holy unit Known from Durangos to Munich Where my lord cried blood And sin flood Where the white dove chooses to land A light in the clouds known to man We will all have to walk its planks Whether to be in light or dark A sight so sweet to be reason for faint In the windows,in the glass never far Though some may color it black Purity shant be in lack Though my eyes loose their pupils and become lost May I always walk the lane of the silver cross

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